Call it the mother of all high-stakes races. Or, the 80-ton Godzilla in the Rotunda. Like it or not, report it or not, this year we’re down to ONE non-despotic major party- and the other one already runs the Supreme Court.
Trouble is, that self-evident-yet-unthinkable truth leaves our free-falling body politic no real choice. On penalty of further enabling those who’ve striven to effectively kick the USA to the curb (not to say crypt), it behooves one and all to vote blue (or else).
Plain as the orange on Donald Trump’s skin (or, if you like, the red coming out of his eyes), only Dems still favor vote-legitimized governance. (Whitewash/sugarcoat/Teflon-glaze that fact all you like; at least since 9/23/20, the once-proudly pro publica “Party of Lincoln” has gone whole-hog win-or-coup. That is, as Trump puts it, all-in for “get rid of the ballots”- i.e. damn the votes, full screed ahead.)
That means non-treasonous citizens have only one ‘choice.’ (And thus, of course, no choice at all.) In the name of “comity,” “unity,” or what have you, turn blind eyes all you like; fact is, Trump’s troop already has turned our freeway into a crash site (while boding far, far worse).
It’s had help. In line with CBS’s now-disgraced, creepily Trumpy Les “Keep It Coming, Donald!” Moonves’s overt, ulterior aim to foment a photo-finish at the polls in 2016, some of the same outlets that Trump ironically calls “enemies” continue to serve his undead aspirations all too well.
Take Time (please). Three weeks before its recent interview with Trump, the magazine’s heavily doctored cover photo cover photo showed President Biden bicycling into some trash-strewn muck. Given that grossly and malignly bogus backdrop, his poker face can’t help but look abjectly clueless- and so bespeak a pathetically un-Presidential cry for help.
Don’t think such archly partisan optics don’t count. Time doesn’t. On Trump’s part, its cover and its pages portray the prolifically indicted Former Dude all nicely lit. At angles that serve to minimize his burgeoning jowls. In custom suits that reportedly run to five figures a pop.
Wow. Doesn’t Time make him look swell? (And, ‘of course,’ far preferable to the decent, capable, devoutly Christian incumbent who, beyond reasonable doubt, has saved the nation that Trump has sought to destroy?)
As if in lockstep with some of our ‘best’ dailies, Time marches on. Two years ago, the Washington Post ‘divined’ (not to say cheered) a YUGE red wave. Now its editor-at-large, Robert Kagan, resolves (with barely a hiccup) that “a Trump dictatorship is… inevitable.” (Oh, well!)
To tweak Walt Kelly: we meet the foe, and he’s among us. Don’t look now, but Trump’s faithful have strewn the race’s home stretch with land mines. They live-and-breathe win-or-coup. Their true colors reside light years from red, white, and blue.
Just saying. While we still can.